[50 Cent]

                    Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...



                      G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

                    [Young Buc]

                    Vacate your home I come to brake your bones



                      Americas nightmare we at it again



                      A desert eagle and a black mack 10



                      And neva know what happend



                      When we come through them cowards dont want none



                      They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns



                      Come with me but dont run and die where your standin'



                      See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'



                      Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement



                      These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them



                      Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit



                      Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"



                      Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police



                      The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep



                      You betta get used to it you know how we do it



                      Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

                    [Chorus]

                    We got action when you don't



                      Show are places when you won't



                      G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit

                    [50 Cent]

                    Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco



                      Betta than soso the games in the choke hold



                      Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow



                      In D.C. they dance the gogo



                      In L.A.they ride on lolo's



                      G-Unit in the house, oh no



                      You ain't ready it's heavy



                      65 chevy



                      Old school rollin' im holdin'



                      20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'



                      Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'



                      Drop top glock cock ready for the drama



                      Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's



                      Non-sop make it hot we the top regardless



                      You can be the hardest



                      We'll just be the smartest



                      I warn you not to start us



                      We're not you average artist's



                      My bitch is like a goddess



                      When paparazzi spot us



                      Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!

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                    [Lloyd Banks]

                    Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip



                      Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip



                      You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit



                      Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter



                      All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer



                      Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit



                      I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was



                      I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause



                      G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs



                      Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise



                      She's givin' up the buns on her cushion



                      Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'



                      And i'm leavin', on to the next city



                      Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me



                      I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over



                      G-U-NIT

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